started trying to be a long poem but ended up being a short story ... Sometimes the silences are known only echoes the silence of some stars. We must give voice
Who cradles my dreams ....
I was the last of the funeral and watched as he left the boundaries of the cemetery. It was awkward, I needed a little light. Between the time of one of the steps, lost in the mildewed I've seen walls resting on a straw hat ... sleep on a floor, stamping dry pine needles, flakes of cypress and some ants nerve.
looked like a hat that does not exist in universities, which are used to break the Terraces of the field. I did raise suspicion, well, the truth is that I'm afraid everything up behind the shingles starry cemeteries. Yet between these cascades shadows I got closer to the hat, lying face down as if he had launched untorero. His appearance was the most simple, a few spindly branches interlaced straw but it was obviously something else, would have a story, perhaps a future past.
I picked it up and I confess that I broke all the insights. Hidden flowers of lilac and geranium flowers my favorite flowers! and a newspaper clipping with a photo of me. How odd!
I suddenly realized that the metal gates of the cemetery were closed, but ... I was not afraid! The lock, the walls, you Peldar the stairs to escape had been deleted! As if it were a pencil drawing!
No one but was accompanied ada. There are flowers, there are puddles, there are people there watching me and greets me there ... ...
people - What is happening? Am I, I .... Dead? My picture and my name is, is ... is that a tomb so full of flowers! And .... By the way where I come also dressed
- What about my not you? Where are your sandals? What about your smile? What about your tears? Where are ... .. where are they? Elena can not sleep ....! She needs to touch my hair!
- Ah ... but ... What will my picture in the paper?
"YOUTH KILLED BY HER HUSBAND ... .."
At that moment someone touched my back. Yes, my father was handsomer than ever, more clean than ever, more ... ..
"But ... ..
"Yes, never wanted to report it, never wanted to voice their blows, never wanted to .... And that has killed you
- What about your dad ... ..?
- kill him after he hanged himself ... ...! And I ... ... I had to do the same ... just think he could be here with you, just think that you could bring life back to me, I was ... .. Again could not leave you alone again, we could not leave you alone again
- What it where's Daddy?
"He's not, those who are far away if there is your grandmother! Aunt And Remedies! And ...! those who accompanied us soon Aran light into the hallway he told me where it should always be in a place where there are no stories
.- And the mother, and my not you ... ...?
"Relax, they are and will be fine. Your children can not be worse than before. Begins to walk and shake hands. The nor you, your mother ... everybody knows I'm here for you, we are all making this sacrifice for you.
Now I know I'm dead, I now know that silence is killing me! I know that my tormentor has gotten away with it ... .. I now know ... ... that hat was my father!
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